On the Same Page

by Haley Cass

imploring hazel eyes looking at her from across their room or the little way she snorted after she laughed really hard.

together

She’d realized that the only person who had texted her, personally, not asking for anything from her on either holiday… had been Riley.

She wished she’d never met Riley Beckett.

genuinely, laughing. There was a happiness that lit her up from the inside out, that far outshone the poorly done makeup choices.

Fucking Riley, who was making Gianna experience so many feelings. Feelings that were difficult to push down and away, feelings that kept trying to bubble to the surface.

“Because… I don’t even want to hang out with me.”

“If it means anything, I like you more right now than I ever have.” Gianna’s breath caught in her throat as she held Riley’s gaze with her own. Because… yeah. It meant a lot.

Right. Work. Work,

not googling how to make Gianna come.

Riley wasn’t half-bad. She was a lot better than not bad, actually.

Riley’s breasts were a little larger than Gianna’s own. Very supple, very generous. Huh.

Gianna couldn’t help but glance, and – yes. Riley was, indeed, bra-less under there. The sight made her throat run dry, her eyebrows winging up in interest. Yeah, she was most definitely very well-endowed. She blinked herself out of it, and traded shirts. “Not sure if I’ve ever told you think, but you have great tits,” Gianna said, as she tugged Riley’s sweatshirt on.

body looks like it was sculpted by gods,

In fact, as she studied Riley, she looked cute.

“There,” Riley said softly, stroking her hand gently down Gianna’s jaw, before stepping back.

But… Riley looked good. Really good.

Sex. Sex. With Gianna.

She looked damn good, if Riley said so herself.

“Something funny, carina?” Gianna asked, the Italian endearment slipping off her tongue.

This time, it was Riley’s fault Gianna couldn’t finish her thought process. She arched up and pressed her lips against Gianna’s for the first time.

The sound was deep and guttural and almost helpless, was the best way Riley could characterize it, and it matched the new intensity in Gianna’s kiss.

She was dimly aware of the sound of Gianna’s hands landing onto the mattress on either side of Riley’s head, but she was mostly aware of the yes.

I’ll just come home to you.

“If you interpreted that I can’t stop thinking about the way your lips felt on mine or the way your body felt against me, then you’re right. If you interpreted that every time we’re together, now, I think about having you in that way, you’re right.”

Gianna watched her, so intently, her eyes so – so sharp. Riley hadn’t ever seen Gianna look at her the way she did, right now.

Because Gianna was a tease; that didn’t shock her. How much she liked it, though, that was a little more surprising.

And Gianna’s mouth descended to hers, even hungrier than before. Starved, might be appropriate, she dimly thought, as Gianna slid a hand up and fisted it in Riley’s hair, pulling her head back as she kissed Riley like her fucking life depended on it.

“You can touch,” Gianna parroted Riley’s words back to her, low and teasing.

“I know what you want. I know what you like,” Gianna’s voice was so rough, so familiarly unfamiliar, it beckoned Riley to look back at her.

“You’re so wet,” the words were rough as they left her, but also wondrous.

What it felt like, to have Riley.

Riley was attractive. Obviously. She’d been pleasantly appreciative when Riley had changed into a definite club dress — green, clingy fabric that scooped at her breasts and clung to her thighs — before they’d left. But, for some reason, she hadn’t anticipated at all, the way Riley was currently dancing.

Who seamlessly matched Gianna beat-for-beat, as Gianna slid her thigh between hers, making it so Riley was dancing with her more than the man behind her. She dipped her head, mouth next to Riley’s ear, Riley’s soft hair brushing against her face. “And where did you learn to dance like that?”

“You’re so different,” she heard herself say aloud. She turned to lay on her side, staring at Riley. At the way her beautifully thick honey-colored hair splayed out under her head like a halo.

She watched how the moonlight filtered in through their window and over Riley, illuminating her, and she didn’t want to move a muscle. They were going to stay together.

She was wracked with both disbelief and arousal, huffing out a soft laugh as she shook her head. Gianna was doing this all on purpose. These weren’t all everyday occurrences that Riley had never noticed. Something about that, though, made everything burn even hotter inside of her. That this was all so deliberate.

There was something so gratifying about making Gianna come, that it made Riley feel better than coming herself.

That they had another way to express their emotions for and with each other, especially as the kiss quickly turned deep, hot. Needy and wanting.

“My dad’s dead, and he took the soft part of my mom with him. Oh, but don’t worry; he also took Ellie’s semblance of security and pancake Sundays, too.”

And, god, she really was so beautiful, Gianna thought, unbidden. Her eyes glittered with tears, still, and her hair was a little tousled, and she wasn’t wearing makeup, and her smile was a little raw.

Riley didn’t, though. “You deserve better than that,” her voice was so steady, so certain. Even if Gianna didn’t believe it, she could tell that Riley did.

They’d wait until they were alone, before Gianna would tug Riley up to her tiptoes and kiss her, deep and wanting.

“Mine,” Gianna’s voice was wondrous and low and rough, as she stared at Riley, her pupils blown. There was desperation there, so heady, so wanton, as she pulled at the ties. “Mine. You – I – that’s mine.”

She looks at you like you could go on a killing spree and she’d be like, good job, babe, they deserved it! I’ll call my lawyer!”

She continued to plant kisses over Riley’s face and Riley allowed her to. She didn’t stop, even when Riley started laughing, even when she started laughing as well. It felt so right – the perfect outlet of all of her feelings.

Riley being all work and no play makes GIANNA a sour patch kid

And later, I’ll see much, much more of you

She softly pressed her thumb against the middle of Riley’s bottom lip, the fullest, most lush part – her favorite part – to make sure it was dry.

Gianna hadn’t had feelings for anyone else in ten years. She hadn’t wanted to date anyone. Hadn’t opted for romance. All because Gianna wanted her.